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The Day They Stop
Where did all the time go? I turned around
To see a changed reflection staring back.
A random mirror by the lost and found
And my sense of self is under attack.
So many bars, so many rental cars,
Flights coming and going so readily.
In the course of my travels, oh, my stars! –
All that time I’d been aging steadily.
Don’t get me wrong, of course they’re still looking –
I feel their eyes travel up and down –
But in high schools replacements are cooking,
And this skin won’t snap back from my frown.
Why should I worry when I’m still on top…
Why deny it? I fear the day they stop.
